911

It was that week at school where the poor kindergarden teacher was trying to teach 15 kids the proper time to use 911, and us poor parents were attempting to teach our kids their address and phone numbers. Micah & I conquered his phone number last week and so it was on to his address. No interest was shown in attempting to learn in and so grandma began playing the 911 telephone game with him.
"Hello 911", Grandma the operator says, "What's your name?"
Oh yes a question he knows the answer to.
"Well what's your phone number?"
This to he very proudly rattles off.
"Well where do you live?"
At this point he begins to get inventive. "I live on Spruce Street." He's right, but I think that 911 will need more information than that. So the operator trys again to get that address out of him. There's no luck he simply doesn't know it, but my child genius comes up with this.
"Well I'll tell you how to get to our house," he replies in a matter of fact voice, "You turn that way, (This is said as he points the direction the fire truck needs to come), than you go past the house with the dog, and our house is the one with all the junk out front and the bicycles and a little car. And that's how you get to our house."
Well there you have it, you are all invited over now, after all you know how to get here.